The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1887-05-02
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THE SAME OLD STORY.

How It Was Told in Ancient Times,
Love. Devotion and Tetradrachms.
"Tell me, Hiparche,' quoth Diomedes,
the scriYener, Itch me, by the love you
bear the gods, is there this night In all
Athens such delight as /, returning from
nay toll, have found2 This kid is roasted
toperfection, and the spinach more p1eases
the palate than the olives Of Cyprus or
the golden apples Of Thrace. Where is
Co be found such wine as you this mo-
ment have with your two hands poured
outf And surely where, unless IL be upon
the sacred mount in Thessaly, is to be
heard of mortal ears such song as you,
touching your lye, discourse to the plain
tive spondees Of Phaon's rejected lOverS"
"Now, by PaIlas Athene," quoth
Hiparche, Esyou say words that are
smoother and do more rejoice me than
the honey of Hymettus. Yet what sexy-
ice can 1, o Diomedes, do Of which you
are not more than worthy? For Eros and
his seaborn mother shall bear me witness
that since the time the arrow pierced my
breast, kindling there the fire more subtle
than that Prometheus stole, to do your
will has been my SOULS delight"
may" demonstrated Diomedes, gently
disengaging HipaFche's shapely arms
from about his neck, t'nay, dear wife, be
not so demonstratiye; see, you have spilled
the wine upon my togaP'
sGThe gods save men' cried Hiparche;
ST had no purpose of that kind, for twas
but this day that 1, seeing you approach
our house. said to myself: How clean Is
my Diomedes' attirei How well hath he
preserved his toga and his buskins from
the last season--suTely he Will not want
others for months to comet
'sBy the temple, You must be blind,
Hiparche miner cried Diomedes. Upon
this toga there are many stains both here
IN 'front.' ana elsewhere; too, where 4 I'M
Quardedly have sat ON benches newly
6ainted. And, look you, how that my
buskins do bag at the kneesP'
asNot So 0 Diomedes, " quoth H1parcne.
uHave not eyes to see? Yet, even were
e az YOU say-and so it is not-there 1s
about you a beauty and manly grace that
make all people blind to what you wear.
TeIas. al, al? tits not SO with meal, al,
belasi not so with your Hiparche! II
has pleased the gods to make me very
human, and though seek to be comely
an YOUR eyes find it hard to be so. LOOK
with your two eyes, 0 Diomedes, upon
this flowing robe of mine and tell me is it
not dowdyP BY zeus, am ashamed to
be seen wearing it In the AcropoHs, the
more so since but to-day Phaxylla-she
whom detest-paraded before the house
clad in a new gown, OF Carthagin1au pur-
pler'
SBy Hercules protested D1OmeueSl
styour robe beseems you; it hath preserved
its color and hath not lost its shapeliness
I like it well, remembering that 1 paid
Mycemas the Cretan three tetradrachms
of silver starters for it. "
!, .sNay, by that same Hercules, lis
dowdyi's cried Hiparche, and thereupon
she fell to weeping and to beating Of her
breast and TO tearing of her hair, uttering
wild oaths to Pallas Athene and calling
the gods to witness that she wished she
never had been born to wed man who
cared not how his wife looked so long as
he himself was well clothed. Whereupon
Diomedes, touched with compassion roE
Hiparche, drew from his purse four tetra-
draehms, being his weeks salary, and
bade her buy the raiment she desired
Now by the dog, how are the times
cbauqedi In these degenerate days we
have no semblance to Hiparche, the
Atbenian wifel o Zeus and ye other gods
immortal, jewellers on high Olympus,
how hardly hast thou dealt with poster
.fty. preserving the like of Diomedes
THOUGH ali ages down to this very mo
ment. but giving to our companfonsh1I
none such as Hiparche TO mulct us OF oul
love. of our devotion and OF our tetra-
drachns-Ch Chicago News.